"You're on."
One, two. One, two.
I didn't mean to hurt that kid, I just wanted to show him a little fun
A coca-cola bottle's not a real weapon and I don't even own a gun
I never would'a touched that little girl but for voices in my head
I thought she was just sleepin', I didn't know she was dead
Yeah, they washed me up and shaved my hair
They're gonna put me in Mr. Edison's electric chair
The Reverend Jacks always gave me a nickel for washin' his Model T
I figured it was worth at least a dime so I tied him to a tree
I should'a let him go but he started in to pleadin'
So, I crushed his skull, picked his pocket, and I left him broke and bleedin'
I heard 'em saying: boys, here he comes, I declare
They're gonna put him in Mr. Edison's electric chair
I never s*****ed that Wilson baby but I helped with the ransom note
And ol' Gibby couldn't read much so he didn't know what I wrote
I said they could find her in a crate down by the old school well
Yeah, I guess droppin' her over the edge seals me a special spot in hell
Yeah, call the chaplain to say a prayer
Before they put me in Mr. Edison's electrical chair
And those crazy folks in the home over by the county line
I'm always thinkin' of 'em when I've had too much red port wine
So, I blocked off the doors and I nailed shut the windows
And I set that place ablaze, and that's wrong, I s'pose
Yeah, throw the switch, boys, say a prayer
They're gonna kill me in Mr. Edison's electric chair
Keep an eye on this face, if you dare
They're gonna kill me in Mr. Edison's electric chair
One, two. One, two.
I didn't mean to hurt that kid, I just wanted to show him a little fun
A coca-cola bottle's not a real weapon and I don't even own a gun
I never would'a touched that little girl but for voices in my head
I thought she was just sleepin', I didn't know she was dead
Yeah, they washed me up and shaved my hair
They're gonna put me in Mr. Edison's electric chair
The Reverend Jacks always gave me a nickel for washin' his Model T
I figured it was worth at least a dime so I tied him to a tree
I should'a let him go but he started in to pleadin'
So, I crushed his skull, picked his pocket, and I left him broke and bleedin'
I heard 'em saying: boys, here he comes, I declare
They're gonna put him in Mr. Edison's electric chair
I never s*****ed that Wilson baby but I helped with the ransom note
And ol' Gibby couldn't read much so he didn't know what I wrote
I said they could find her in a crate down by the old school well
Yeah, I guess droppin' her over the edge seals me a special spot in hell
Yeah, call the chaplain to say a prayer
Before they put me in Mr. Edison's electrical chair
And those crazy folks in the home over by the county line
I'm always thinkin' of 'em when I've had too much red port wine
So, I blocked off the doors and I nailed shut the windows
And I set that place ablaze, and that's wrong, I s'pose
Yeah, throw the switch, boys, say a prayer
They're gonna kill me in Mr. Edison's electric chair
Keep an eye on this face, if you dare
They're gonna kill me in Mr. Edison's electric chair